-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Гюстав Флобер
-
- Госпожа Бовари
-
- Стр. 295/303
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Do
you
remember
,
my
friend
,
that
I
went
to
Tostes
once
when
you
had
just
lost
your
first
deceased
?
I
consoled
you
at
that
time
.
I
thought
of
something
to
say
then
,
but
now
--
"
Then
,
with
a
loud
groan
that
shook
his
whole
chest
,
"
Ah
!
this
is
the
end
for
me
,
do
you
see
!
I
saw
my
wife
go
,
then
my
son
,
and
now
to-day
it
's
my
daughter
.
"
He
wanted
to
go
back
at
once
to
Bertaux
,
saying
that
he
could
not
sleep
in
this
house
.
He
even
refused
to
see
his
granddaughter
.
"
No
,
no
!
It
would
grieve
me
too
much
.
Only
you
'll
kiss
her
many
times
for
me
.
Good-bye
!
you
're
a
good
fellow
!
And
then
I
shall
never
forget
that
,
"
he
said
,
slapping
his
thigh
.
"
Never
fear
,
you
shall
always
have
your
turkey
.
"
But
when
he
reached
the
top
of
the
hill
he
turned
back
,
as
he
had
turned
once
before
on
the
road
of
Saint-Victor
when
he
had
parted
from
her
.
The
windows
of
the
village
were
all
on
fire
beneath
the
slanting
rays
of
the
sun
sinking
behind
the
field
.
He
put
his
hand
over
his
eyes
,
and
saw
in
the
horizon
an
enclosure
of
walls
,
where
trees
here
and
there
formed
black
clusters
between
white
stones
;
then
he
went
on
his
way
at
a
gentle
trot
,
for
his
nag
had
gone
lame
.
Despite
their
fatigue
,
Charles
and
his
mother
stayed
very
long
that
evening
talking
together
.
They
spoke
of
the
days
of
the
past
and
of
the
future
.
She
would
come
to
live
at
Yonville
;
she
would
keep
house
for
him
;
they
would
never
part
again
.
She
was
ingenious
and
caressing
,
rejoicing
in
her
heart
at
gaining
once
more
an
affection
that
had
wandered
from
her
for
so
many
years
.
Midnight
struck
.
The
village
as
usual
was
silent
,
and
Charles
,
awake
,
thought
always
of
her
.
Rodolphe
,
who
,
to
distract
himself
,
had
been
rambling
about
the
wood
all
day
,
was
sleeping
quietly
in
his
chateau
,
and
Leon
,
down
yonder
,
always
slept
.
There
was
another
who
at
that
hour
was
not
asleep
On
the
grave
between
the
pine-trees
a
child
was
on
his
knees
weeping
,
and
his
heart
,
rent
by
sobs
,
was
beating
in
the
shadow
beneath
the
load
of
an
immense
regret
,
sweeter
than
the
moon
and
fathomless
as
the
night
.
The
gate
suddenly
grated
.
It
was
Lestiboudois
;
he
came
to
fetch
his
spade
,
that
he
had
forgotten
.
He
recognised
Justin
climbing
over
the
wall
,
and
at
last
knew
who
was
the
culprit
who
stole
his
potatoes
.
The
next
day
Charles
had
the
child
brought
back
.
She
asked
for
her
mamma
.
They
told
her
she
was
away
;
that
she
would
bring
her
back
some
playthings
.
Berthe
spoke
of
her
again
several
times
,
then
at
last
thought
no
more
of
her
.
The
child
's
gaiety
broke
Bovary
's
heart
,
and
he
had
to
bear
besides
the
intolerable
consolations
of
the
chemist
.
